Double the Price (SeXlection #2) (4 page)

“God, those things are ghastly, aren’t they?” the councilman joked, shaking his head. “Too many old money coke-heads running their mouths about who was fucking whom. I’d much rather catch a card game every other month with
friends
where I can to have a few drinks, some good food, and a little treat of something different I don’t get with the Mrs.”

“Exactly why we keep it quiet,” I agreed.

Which meant by tomorrow they’d be hinting their
asses
off to all their
friends
that they needed to get an invite to my card games. And no, I didn’t mean
friends
like Craig and I were. I meant people they either had “ins” with and wanted to keep on their good side or wanted to make connections with and would use inside information like a high stakes quiet poker game that more than
poker
went on and fun was had by all.

But that trick only worked if the people involved kept their mouths shut and the fun was one of kind.

Which we’d just assured them.

And Cecil was showing them… Currently actually as he was bent over the councilman’s chair being plowed into by the man. It was strange, but that stirred something deep inside me I had never felt before and didn’t recognize. Maybe it was because Cecil had put the idea in my head, but I liked watching him play with the man, not because I’d bought him for the purpose but because they would leave after it was over.

I wouldn’t. He was mine. But that was
crazy
. Cecil and I weren’t a
thing
. He was hired entertainment—in a way, kind of. I mean, yeah, I
bought
him, but he asked me to. He knew that was what I wanted and it was that or the brothel.

Whatever. I hated the system, but it was legal. Either way, he wasn’t my fucking lover.

There wasn’t much card playing happening once the sex started, but we talked and joked as we enjoyed the show. Craig even gave me a look, asking if it was cool with me. I nodded and he shared Cecil with the judge which was about the best pairing for
his
career.

Only Anatoliy abstained which made me leery, but then he stayed last, even after I paid the bartender, the Russian talking quietly with Cecil in the corner of the living room.
That
actually made me jealous because I thought the man had talked with him more than either of them had ever spoken to me and they were talking in Russian which I didn’t understand.

In my home.

And my employee was given basically permission to call the man by his first name while I wasn’t still.

“Your honor, it was great to see you again,” I started after I’d shown the bartender out. “I’ll just say goodnight. Cecil, lock up after you show—”

“I was actually leaving, Neil,” he argued, standing.

“No, nonsense. Please, stay.”

“It’s late.” He walked over to me and slapped my shoulder hard. “Call me Anatoliy. We are friends now. I am sorry I occupied your special friend. He captivates me in the way of someone special I once had. I cannot take my eyes off him.”

“I understand. He has that effect on people,” I chuckled, smiling. “You don’t have to leave. Please, I didn’t want to interrupt but just wanted to say good night.”

“I must get back. My security worries if I am gone too long. I will be in touch soon. For dinner, yes?”

“It would be honor, yes.”

“Cecil, darling, walk me out.” He held out his arm to a now naked Cecil, who took it, smiling. I wasn’t sure what to do but stand there and wait because I did want to talk with Cecil about the evening… Thank him maybe? It had been a success after all.

A huge one. So I waited.

And waited. I glanced at the clock and at least ten minutes went by.

Then twenty and I started to pissed. Did I go check on them? Could Cecil even
run
from me? No, the doorman knew to alert me if Cecil left the complex. So they were talking by the elevators some more?

Well, they didn’t know I was standing here. I had said I was going to bed.

It was half an hour at
least
since Cecil had walked him out before I heard the front door close and Cecil walked through the kitchen towards me.

“I started to think you ran,” I growled, crossing my arms over my chest.

“No, sir,” he whispered, his eyes wide as his steps slowed. “I’m sorry. I apologize for keeping you waiting. I thought you truly were going to bed. You said to entertain your guests however they wanted and I assumed you would wish that of me.” He stepped into the light near me since I’d already turned off the ones in the kitchen and I saw then that he had cum dripping down his inner thighs.

Oh!

“Anatoliy asked me to give this to you, sir,” Cecil mumbled, staring at his feet. He held up a note which I slowly took from him. Then he just about collapsed against the doorframe. “May I sit, sir?”

“Yes, of course you can,” I sighed, feeling like a first class jerk. He wobbled over to the table that we’d been playing cards at and plopped on one of the chairs. I opened the note and my eyes went wide as I read it. It was a personal note from Anatoliy giving me permission to bypass some Russian red tape to make a deal for one of my clients. “Jesus, Cecil. I’ve been trying to get this for months.”

“So you’re not mad at me anymore, sir?” he whispered as he stared up at me, his head on the table where he was using his arm as a pillow.

“I wasn’t mad,” I sighed as I tucked the note in my pocket. “This is just all new to me. Lots happened tonight that I’m catching up with and I thought you were going to be gone a moment then it was half an hour and I just stood here like an idiot unsure of what to do or if you ran or were hurt.” I realized I sounded like a whiney brat when he just gave me a huge gift basically. “Never mind. You were amazing tonight, Cecil.”

“Really? I pleased you?” he breathed, hope filling his eyes.

“Very much so,” I chuckled as I walked over to him, shocked he could worry that he wasn’t amazing after all he’d done. “Let’s get you cleaned up and put to bed.”

His breath hitched as his head popped up off the table. “You’re going to clean me yourself? Wash me?
Touch
me?”

That hadn’t been what I’d meant, but after all he’d done, gone through, and how exhausted and spent he looked, it was the least I could do… If that was he wanted. “Yes, I’ll tend to you, Cecil.” I picked him up from the chair and he wrapped himself around me, purring like mad.

“You’re the best master
ever
, sir.”

“Neil,” I mumbled, rubbing his back. “I like what you said to Anatoliy better than
sir
or
master
. If it’s just us, then it’s Neil.”

“Neil,” he sighed before kissing my neck. “Yes, Neil. I’m so glad I pleased you.”

“You did more than that. You were amazing,” I admitted as I carried him to my room and into the bathroom. “This went better than I could have hoped for. It was a complete success, Cecil, and all because of you. Thank you.” Then I had another thought after seeing the state he was in. “Are you okay? No one was too rough or mean to you, right?”

“No, everyone was very nice. I simply wasn’t a normal brothel slave. I need more practice. I was trained but not practiced upon for multiple rounds so I didn’t imprint upon anyone.”

I nodded as I set him on his feet and turned on the water. Then I felt his hands on my belt. “I took care of everyone but you, Neil.”

“I’m fine,” I chuckled, removing his hands before quickly undressing myself. “I’m not so selfish to worry about that after seeing how tired you are. Everyone else was taken care of tonight.”

“Not
everyone
,” he mumbled under his breath. I flinched and realized I was a cad. It had been one of the first things he’d said that night. He couldn’t come besides from my touch now.

“Do you…” I trailed off, slowly glancing back at him. He stared up at me and waited. I cleared my throat and nodded for him to get in the shower. He stepped past the door, and I did too, backing him under the water. “I don’t know how to ask—” I shook my head and reached for the soap.

“Ask me what? I’m yours, Neil. You can ask me anything and I have to answer.”

I nodded and stared at my hands as I lathered them up. “Are you hinting you
want
me to touch you intimately, Cecil? I mean, I thought you were playing for them by what you said tonight. I figured I’d be the last person you’d want touching you since I’m the reason they all fucked you and—”

“I
always
want my master to touch me,” he mewled as he pressed his body against mine. I turned him around and moved one of his hands against the wall as I leaned over him, using my soapy hands to grab his cock and stroke him. “Yes,
please
, Neil, like that. Oh god, yes!”

“I love how vocal you are,” I groaned as I cleaned every inch of his groin until he came.

Twice.

Then I fucked him with my fingers, taking care with his used hole, basically bringing him off in every way I knew how while washing him. When he was spent and unable to even stand on his own, I turned off the shower and lifted him into my arms, grabbing a towel and wrapping him in it before carrying him back to his room. I tucked him in his bed and he stared at me with those big eyes in a way I couldn’t read.

“Is there something else you need, Cecil?” He nodded but didn’t say anything. It was frustrating but after what I’m sure he was taught I’d have to get used to that. “Tell me. What do you need?”

He slowly raised his head and brushed his lips over mine. Cecil leaned back just enough to search my eyes before he did it again, longer this time.

“Cecil, you know you don’t have to do that, right? I’m not forcing you into my bed or to be my lover.”

“I know,” he breathed. “I love when you touch me and that was my first kiss.”

I swallowed loudly and nodded. “Was it good?”

“Better,” he mumbled with a smile on his face. “Better than anything ever.” His soft snores filled the room as he fell asleep, and I moved away, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at him. Then I leaned back over and brushed a piece of his hair out of his face.

Yeah, I agreed with him if I was being honest.
Shit. This is a bad idea, Neil.

But the best ones normally were.

3

The next morning I woke before my alarm when the bed dipped near me, and before I could open my eyes, I heard a slight purr and knew who it was. It almost made me smile. Weird, right?

“Neil, would you like a massage this morning?”

“Cecil, you practically read my mind,” I mumbled, that damn frog we all had the first time we spoke every morning still stuck in my throat. I’d had dreams filled of Cecil, and granted they hadn’t been of him giving me a back rub, but it was close enough for my comment to work. The sheets rustled and I moved to roll onto my stomach, sleep pants somehow down around my thighs, and collided with him—as he swallowed my cock. “Oh
fuck
.”

I grabbed the back of his head as I lay on my side and gently thrust in his mouth, thinking this was just about the best way to wake up. Pushing down the covers, I glanced at Cecil who blinked up at me, the light pouring into the room now shining on his face instead of how he was hidden under the bedding moments earlier.

“A
massage
, huh?” I confirmed as I fisted his hair and angled his neck so I could see his pretty face better. He gave a half shrug but didn’t look the least bit apologetic as he reached up and massaged my sac. “Yeah, that counts. Massage my balls, my fine ocelot.”

He purred loudly, seemingly liking the term of almost endearment and doubled his efforts. I blew way too soon for the amount of pleasure I wanted from him and I blamed it on all the dirty dreams I’d had that Cecil had starred in the night before. He pulled off my still hard cock with a naughty slurp. “Do you feel more relaxed than when I rub your back though?”

“No,” I growled as I dove on top of him, tackling him hard to the bed. “I want more. I’m so fucking horny after last night.”

“Oh?” he gasped. He blinked at me as I grabbed the lube from the top drawer of the night stand, my eyes still focused on his. “Neil, did you like watching them have their way with me?”

“I guess I did.” This was a new, confusing turn of events for me. It wasn’t something I’d ever known about myself. I wasn’t a voyeur and I’d never shared a partner before—not that Cecil was my partner. But I wanted nothing more than to wash him clean of any remnants of them the second they were gone and fuck him like mad all last night. The idea had left me with a mixture of emotions I was still trying to process. “Say yes, Cecil.”

“Yes, yes,
yes
,” he mewled, spreading his legs wide as I generously slicked up my fingers. I pushed two into his ass, smiling when my shifter was already healed from last night’s attention and ready to play. I kissed him when he started screaming and Cecil went wild under me, moving his hand to mine and adding another finger in his ass to speed things up.